True story about an experience I had one afternoon.

It was a Sunday. A buddy of mine, Brian, and I were wasting the time away and we decided to go out for a bite to eat and a movie. After some discussion, we decided to do something totally different and go to a porno theater in a near by city. I had never been to a porno theater, but knew where it was. And since I had nothing better to do, I agreed.

Now, I was expecting maybe something like the viewing booths you would find in a sex shop. But when I arrived I found it much different. There was a sex shop / video store out front, but when you went to the rear of the building there was a full sized movie theater.

As we entered the theater, the first thing I noticed was the movie was already playing, so the theater was dark. Walking from a bright lobby into a dark room, your eyes take time to adjust, so for the first few minutes you're blind. I noticed both male and female voices, so I knew it was a mixed crowd. As I walked along the back wall on the way to the aisle, I bumped into a few people who were standing along the wall. Twice people along the wall, couldn't see who, ran their hands along my pants, and I thought to myself "Its a porno house, everyone is horny".  It didn't bother me that I didn't know if it was a male or female touching me. I've done some MMF threesomes with my girlfriend, and I'm comfortable around gay men. Brian and I made our way down the right aisle of the theater and moved our way into a row of seats. Brian sat on my right.

I didn't know the name of the movie, but it wasn't bad. But the scenes at the time did nothing to make me horny, so I was soft. And spent most of the time talking, quietly, to Brian.

About ten minutes into the movie, one of the people behind me reached over and started to unbutton my shirt (I was wearing a button down shirt, tucked into my pants). I looked at Brian, and asked "what do I do?"... he said just go with it. I then noticed to there were 2 people sitting behind me. As the one unbuttoned my shirt, the other started to massage my neck and feel my chest, making circular motions around my nipples. They had managed to unbutton my shirt all the way down to my belt, but not the buttons beyond that point. I was a little unnerved, but figured no harm... and what did I expect in a porno theater.

After a few minutes of this, the guy sitting next to me, on my left, reached over and unfastened my belt. After it was unfastened, he went back to watching the movie. By this time my eyes had adjusted, and I found myself watching the audience rather than the movie. I left my belt unfastened while I scanned the crowd. The center and right sides of the theater had a fair number of people, and the left side of the theater was almost empty. While I was occupied with learning about the audience, the man's hand returned and unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my fly. Almost immediately, the people behind me had reached over and unbuttoned the bottom buttons on my shirt, pulling my shirt open and exposing my abs and chest.

I again looked over at Brian for advise, and was surprised to find that he had pulled his dick out of his fly and was slowly stroking himself watching the movie. He said "they're not hurting you". So once again, I did nothing, but I continued to be unnerved and it certainly wasn't making me horny. Over the next few minutes the hands from behind kept rubbing my now fully exposed chest and nipples, and the man sitting next to me had placed his hand on my thigh. I took comfort in the fact that my boxer briefs were still in place, and the while the fingers sometimes ran under the waistband, they did not go that deep.

That comfort was short-lived. A man sitting opposite the man who had opened my pants, two seats over from me, reached over and pulled back the waistband, exposing my soft cock and balls. It was as if a mental signal went out to the theater, because the people in front of us now turned around and were watching. I looked at Brian, who was laughing at me (he thought it was funny), and found that he was still slowly stroking himself and that no one paid any attention to him. One of the people in front of me reach around and started playing with my balls, while the two guys sitting next to me began to take turns massaging my soft cock, and I noticed that the two behind me spent as much time holding my shoulders down as they did rubbing my chest and abs. I'm in the middle of a theater full of people, and my entire torso is exposed with six people touching various parts of me... and to top it off, my friend thinks its funny.

My mind is now thinking all kinds of things, as Brian leans over and very seriously asks "Does it feel good?". To be honest, I hadn't thought about it, but as I formulated my answer I realized that the rubbing of my chest, and the neck rub, did feel good. I also noticed something else. While I didn't mean to, my cock was getting hard. Even though all the hands didn't properly stroke me, the sensation having all those hands touching my cock was making it hard. After about a minute, precum started to ooze, making the head of my cock sensitive, which only made me harder.

I looked at Brian and said "Let's leave". He looked at me with surprise. He said he wasn't finished. I said "Fine, I'll move to the other side of the theater and wait for you". With that I forced my way up, reziped my fly, and barreled out of the row to the aisle. As I walked I rebuttoned my shirt and redid my belt before taking a seat on the empty side of the theater. I didn't tuck my shirt back in, instead I left it hang out.

I sat there alone for about 15 minutes. In those 15 minutes I calmed down. My cock was again soft (though not as soft as when I came into the theater) and I started to watch the movie, which I found I enjoyed.

20 minutes after leaving the right side of the theater, I noticed that once again I was surrounded by people. However, this time Brian was not one of them (he stayed on the other side watching the movie, slowly stroking himself). And the whole process started over again. The two people behind me reached over and unbutton my shirt completely, exposing my chest and abs. I thought "what the hell... I give up". The man seated next to me unfastened my belt, and unzipped my fly, and now another man, seated to my right where Brian would have been, pulled back the waistband of my boxerbriefs. My torso was once again totally exposed. In total, there were 7 people touching me, some rubbing my nipples, some feeling my balls, and some stroking me. And once again, someone behind me was holding down my shoulders as they felt my chest... but this time the person was bigger and I couldn't lift myself up.

This time it seemed the hands were covering more of my body, there were hands reaching down my pants and rubbing my thighs, and someone behind me was kissing the nape of my neck. The sensation was intoxicating, and after a few minutes I was hard again. I kept thinking what kind of trouble I'd be in if the theater manager, or the cops, walked in. And to be honest, that only added to the excitement.

My cock was hard, and precum again started to ooze. But it was now a reality that I was not going to be able to push my way out of this one. To my surprise, no one was trying to make me cum. The people just seems to like exciting me, and it was working. My body was beginning to tingle with sex, and my will to stop to people turned to mush. I just sat there, totally relaxed yet excited at the same time, as my body just allowed the audience to do whatever they wanted with me. This went on for another full 20 minutes. They had pulled back my pants a little more so my balls were now totally free of the boxerbriefs, exposing everything from my thighs up. The people stroking my cock were more organized this time, and one of them was really good at stroking the head of my cock, sending quakes of pleasure through my body. I was going from hard to rock hard. My cock throbbed with ever beat of my heart, veins growing along its side. I was the center of attention for a theater orgy. And yet, other than the people touching me, my side of the theater was still empty. We were an island in a sea of theater seats.

I had entered the theater more than an hour ago, thinking I was just going to watch a movie. Now most of my body was exposed, and my cock was harder than usual (much harder and yes, much bigger), people I don't know are kissing me, licking my chest and abs, feeling my balls... and this sexual experience since moving to the left side of the theater, has now been going on almost 30 minutes, in a public place. Then I realized it... I could feel the pressure building, and I was getting light headed... my cock was larger, harder, and now was about to produce a load of cum I thought could shoot across the theater.

I started breathing heavy, and everyone knew... but no one stopped what they were doing. My hips started to thrust, and my cock, which I didn't think could get any harder, felt like it was about to rip its seams... and I shot. The load was huge. It went over my head and hit the guy behind me, it hit me in the face, over and over streams of cum came brusting out coating my chest and abs. My God... it was great.

The guys stroking me kept going for over a minute after I exploded, making sure every drop was out of me... and to my surprise...they managed to keep me hard. Then they stopped, and licked the cum from their fingers. I was covered in my our juices, and then something I really didn't expect happened... they licked it all off me, every last drop. Brian must have been waiting, becuase once the last drop was cleaned off by their tongues, he came over and asked if I was ready to leave. With that, everyone left, leaving me with Brian. I closed my pants and buttoned my shirt, and left... totally dry, but still hard.

Out in the parking lot, Brian asked me if I had a good time. I said "it was interesting, but yes". Then Brian said that he had cum in the theater on the back of the seat in front of him, but no one ever touched him. He continued to make jokes, and laugh on account of my experience. He asked if I would be interested in coming back someday... and after thinking about it, I said "No". I've never been back to the porno theater, but I'll never forget the time I went. It was a diiferent sexual experience for me, and while I never want to feel trapped again, I suppose I'm happy it happened. And just so everyone knows... yes... this is a true story. It really did happen to me.

I actually like telling this story when to topic of conversation turns to sex. Maybe I'll post some more of my stories.